There Is A New Song
by Peter S. Quinn - May 22, 1999
Each morning of our life,
There is a new song
And when dusk arrive,
These, remain and carry on.
Futile is our love story,
If enlighten is not there,
With tuneful morning glory
And basket of fruits to bear.
Freedom is no yesterday,
Nor is it in a book we read,
It is the doing of our say
And how we others treat.
Flower within your breast
Are beautiful of wisdom,
If they are for love that is least,
They truly shall forward bloom.
Our heaven is not in book,
Or a story that once was told,
Nor is it of rainbow look,
It is what we give and hold.
Let there be love in what we do
And kindness is what you give,
Then prosperity becomes you
And justice shall with you live.
Peter's Studio
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